I Was Ashamed Of My Asian Parents

Growing up, the concept of ‘cool’ seemed as distant from my parents as the farthest star in the night sky. Picture this: two Asian-American adults, their accents thick with the flavor of a faraway homeland, clothes screaming of a different era and culture, voices always a notch too loud, especially when friends were around. They were the antithesis of what my teenage self, desperately trying to blend into the American tapestry, deemed ‘cool’. I remember the days when my friends would come over, and my mom, in her ‘mom clothes’, would offer them homemade ethnic snacks. “How awesome” my friends would say, their polite smiles barely concealing their bemusement. There I was, wishing I could sink into the ground, wishing my family was more like the ones on TV — less loud, less foreign, less… them. <a href="https://medium.com/asian-mosaic/i-was-ashamed-of-my-asian-parents-f73f2f4baabd">Learn More</a>